This is what it feels like. I don't want to believe in fairy tales anymore. It's all stupid make-believe that is less likely to happen... to me at least. I'm a princess, and I deserve to be treated like one. I keep telling myself that.
I'm jealous. There, I said it. I'm jealous of everyone who's in a perfectly happy relationship. I'm even jealous of the girl who has a boyfriend who cheats. Fucked up, right? It's probably because he bothers to give her the title and make her the main concubine. I know I'm only 19 and have so many miles to go, but I guess it's possible to discover love at a young age. Love is this drug that I just can't really refuse. I've had a taste, and it's only got me coming back for more. This heart just kinda breaks more each day.
I've shown all the signs, but why do you keep ignoring them? Why couldn't you make me happy, or at least, help me feel happy with myself? It's like you never cared about my issues.
I felt like he just lost interest in me.
Did I really get that boring, babe? If there's one thing I fear, it's being the must mundane person you've ever met. I don't want to be your catastrophe or biggest mistake. For now, I'm just gonna have to make it through without you. Thanks for giving me the imagery that a knight in shining armor is most likely just faking it in tin foil.
I just want all this pain to go away.
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